Amber Waves

There's a highway washed in brightness with skies of

indigo

The desert whispers what she knows

Neruda on the dashboard & the engine's humming true

The rearview held a harvest moon

Chorus:

Faith is a throw of dice and the sleeping heart is

stirred

After ragged sentences you'll get the last word

And it may just be the most golden that we've heard

It may just be the most golden that we've heard

Afternoons of red wine with a nod to revelry

The stars came out for you & me

All that remains unanswered and all there's to forget

The best, it hasn't happened yet

There are songs for the beginning and songs made for the

end

And songs made for when you begin again

Grieving? She rolls in like waves and hardly ever stops

Until you learn her lines by heart